God!
And I was there. I swear, my eyes rolled back in my head as it fell against the wall and I came hard, my body locking tightly, my muscles simultaneously jerking with spasms as I screamed into his hand.
“Fucking hell, Simone,” he whisper-hissed and when I opened my eyes and gazed back at him, I saw a look of awe mixed with raw hunger and need on his face. He dropped his hand from my mouth and wrapped his arm around my waist, his hand going down to cup my bottom.
Still breathing hard, I watched as he slipped his hand from inside my jeans then brought it to his mouth and while keeping his intense gold eyes on mine pushed his fingers inside his mouth slowly then proceeded to suck my juices from them. This caused an aftershock to slam through me making me gasp as my legs buckled. His hand on my butt tightened, keeping me standing and now I was the one looking at him in awe.
Holy Jesus.
Eyes still burning into mine, he pulled his fingers from his mouth, having sucked them clean, and laced his other arm around me where both his hands were on my butt, pulling me tightly against him where I felt he was still hard.
“So…” he began, his eyes now dancing with amusement. “I’ve given you a week to get your head on straight.”
Wait, what?
I blinked. Then I blinked again. Then once more for good measure. Was he serious? “You’ve given me a week?” I whispered looking up at him with a frown.
He nodded while giving me an arrogant look then said, “Thought you needed the time to figure some things out.”
Was he serious right now? This whole time I’d been fretting and feeling like crap and he was just giving me time? My frown became a scowl. “I needed time to figure things out but you were seeing other women in the meantime?” At his confused look I raised an eyebrow then educated him. “Oh, you know, the drunken phone call I received at midnight when you had another woman with you telling you to hang up? And don’t forget the Olsen twins on Wednesday who were hanging all over you. Now that was fun!” I narrowed my eyes at him when he chuckled.
“Babe.” When I didn’t reply (because how the heck do you reply to that?) he stated, “The night I was drunk, that was Nikki, one of Ryker’s friends. She was on the couch, I was on the floor and she wanted me to shut up so she could sleep.” I looked up at him skeptically before he continued. “Wednesday, that was Laura and Tasha and they’re just friends. They knew about you so guess they were trying to make you jealous, make you open your eyes and, in Tasha’s words, ‘want me back.’” He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck when he told me this, looking embarrassed. He dropped his hand moving it to cup my chin and he watched his thumb as it glided over my bottom lip. “I haven’t been with anyone this week. Been too tangled up in you,” he muttered, his eyes moving up, intense on mine. Then I saw one side of his mouth tip up a little which made my eyes narrow even more.
But what he said was good news. At least he’d been as messed up as I’d been over everything the past week. Then I frowned. “I’ve texted you but you haven’t answered,” I accused.
“Givin’ you time,” he informed me again with a shrug. “Now what is it you said you needed to say to me?” It was now my turn to be embarrassed that he knew I wanted to apologize for my stupid plan but I was also getting pissed thinking that all week he’d left me to assume he hated me. He began again, prompting, “Like maybe tell me you’re sorry for acting like a bitch?”
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Now, wait a minute.
“Did you just call me a bitch?” I narrowed my eyes at him as I tried pulling away but he held tight.
“I said ‘acting like a bitch.’ Big difference.”
“Not really!” I retorted getting myself in a snit.
“C’mon, baby, you’ve been the one keeping us from moving forward.”
My mouth now fell open. Was he serious right now?
“Babe, I should be whispering sweet nothings in your ear right now making you feel good.” He leaned in and nipped at my ear lobe.
Pushing him back I snapped, “Well, if that’s your idea of pillow talk then you know nothing about how to make a woman feel good.”
I saw his lips twitch. “Seems I just did a pretty fucking good job of making you feel good.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” I returned and putting my hands to his chest, shoving him again and miraculously he let me go.
“What?” He chuckled which made me even angrier. And when he crossed his arms and leaned his shoulder against the wall as if he were waiting for my apology, this, for some reason, just infuriated me.
“You think you’re getting anything from me now, you’re sadly mistaken!” I bit out, turning to go.
“Oh, I think I’ll be getting lots more from you, sweetheart.”
I swung my head around and fired back, “Don’t hold your breath,” then I snatched up my bag and stomped off hearing him still chuckling as I went. As I headed toward the doors, I wondered how I’d gone from having the best orgasm of my life to being pissed off as all get out.
And there was only one answer to that: Loch Powers who was still as big a jerk as he’d ever been.
~*~*~*~
When I got home I headed straight to the fridge, pulled my container of Half Baked from the freezer, grabbed a spoon then headed to my room where I flopped down on the bed. Sitting against the wall, knees up and thinking about what had just gone down, by heaping spoonful numero quatro, I realized I may have overreacted just a bit.
But Loch had embarrassed the hell out of me which had put me on the defensive, so technically it was his fault I’d stomped off in a huff. Yep, we’ll just stick with that theory.
Oh. And that other thing? Where I’d let him make me come in the library? In public? In the middle of the day? Gah! Just what the hell had I been thinking? Anyone could’ve seen us. God, it seemed when it came to Loch Powers, my brain just went full stupid.
I hung my forearms over my knees and buried my face against an arm letting out a groan.
I heard my door open then Marcy called, “What’s going on?”
Keeping my face hidden, I let out a breath. “Loch just gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had… in the library.”
“Wait, what?” I felt the bed sink as she sat down. “You have to tell me everything!”
I let out a frustrated sigh then sat up against the wall crossing my feet at the ankles.
Looking sheepishly at her, I explained. “I was finishing an assignment and he messaged me on the computer. We got all flirty then he told me to meet him in the Library Science section. When I got there, I thought he’d chickened out but then he grabbed me and, well, I practically jumped on him, we made out, he got me off, we argued and I left.”
“Holy shit! That’s hot!” Then she frowned at me. “You argued? About what?”
“You know how I’ve been freaking out this whole time wanting to apologize to him and he wouldn’t answer my texts? Well, he told me he was giving me a week to ‘get my head on straight’ before talking to me. Then he basically called me a bitch and I stomped off.”
“He called you a bitch?” Her eyes narrowed, ever on the looking for “Loch the jerk” to materialize again.
“Sort of.” At her confused look I explained what he’d said. “Then he acted so cocky the entire time I wanted to smack him.” She started laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“You.” When I narrowed my eyes at her she explained. “You’re so into him you can’t even think straight.”
“Psh! I don’t know about being into him.” She raised her eyebrows. “Okay, I’m into him. But I’ve been so out of it this past week. The guilt was about to eat me alive. And now he pulls this?”
“Pulled what? Gave you time to get your head sorted when it came to the two of you? Then flirted with you with an instant message? Then told you to meet him, where he made out with you all hot and heavy not to mention giving you a spectacular o
rgasm? Yeah, I’d hate it if Adam pulled that on me.” She gave me her get real look.
“Oh.” When she put it like that…
“Yeah. I think he’s giving you another chance, Sim. You sure you wanna screw it up? Again?”
“I feel like I’ve got mental whiplash.” I scrubbed my hands over my eyes then looked at her. “What’re you doing tonight?” I gave her my saddest face, puppy dog eyes included, letting her know I hoped we could spend some time together.
She chuckled. “Nothing. Adam’s at some frat thing so it’s you and me, babe.”
I tackled her with a hug. “Thank God! I need some bestie time!”
We made homemade pizza then caught up on some shows we’d DVR’d, the whole time talking and laughing about random stuff and it was exactly what I needed.
~*~*~*~
“You look different, Scimitar,” Thorne pointed out when I got to work Saturday. “You get a haircut?”
“Uh, no,” I answered lowering my brow at him.
“Hm.” He checked me out more closely. “You get a new facewash?”
I went behind the counter and opened the register to count the money. Looking over at him I replied, “No.” My boss was so weird sometimes.
More staring from him which made me a bit uncomfortable.
When I finished counting, I turned to him and snapped, “What?”
Then he nodded and smirked as if he’d figured something out which made me frown. Griffin came up right then, his face immediately mirroring Thorne’s. Crap! Did they know?
“Agony!” Griffin declared in a Jamaican accent, nodding and smirking even bigger.
“Oh, yeah!” Thorne agreed with a nod then they fist bumped both making an explosion noise as they wiggled their fingers when they pulled their hands away. Lord.
I bit my lip as I stood there, afraid to ask what the heck “Agony” meant but then my curiosity got the best of me.
“What does that mean?” I asked, looking back and forth between them.
“It means you got you some, girl!” Thorne literally yelled making everybody in the store look at me inquisitively, including the creepy forty’ish gamer guy who always flirted with me.
Dear God.
I mumbled that I was going to open boxes and turning toward the back, got the heck out of there. Thank goodness there were several boxes that needed opening and bills on Thorne’s desk that needed tending to which kept me occupied for an hour until it was time for him and Griff to leave.
Don’t get me wrong. I was elated that Loch and I had, well, you know, which hopefully meant we were headed for a reconciliation, but the fact that my bosses knew I’d participated in some steaminess was a while other story. Gross.
But along with being happy, I was also hesitant when it came to moving forward with Loch since I’d screwed things up before, so I wasn’t going to get too excited about it.
“Keep on keepin’ on, little goodaz,” Griff said to me when I came out of the office and passed him and Thorne in the hallway on their way out. I saw him give Thorne another fist bump, explosion sounds, finger wiggles and all, and then they left.
I shook my head at how truly strange they were then went back out to the front where I knew Vegas would be since I’d heard him come in a few minutes before.
“’Sup, Sim?” he inquired when I joined him behind the counter.
As I sat on the stool, I shrugged. “Not much. Anything new with you?”
He was looking through a stack of games that he’d pulled out of the return box and shot me a grin.
“What?” I asked. I saw his face get red and blotchy with embarrassment. “What is it, V?”
“Asked Annica to be my girl last night.”
Aw! How cute was he!
“Good for you! I’m really happy for you,” I remarked leaning over to give his back a pat. “You’ll have to bring her by sometime so I can meet her.”
His smile was so big it lit up his entire face. “I will.”
He caught me up on all that’d been going on with them since last weekend, telling me she’d loved From Here to Eternity and had rewarded him with a couple hickies afterward. I’d laughed and teased, “Kids,” which had made him chuckle. He told me they’d changed their schedules at school so they had three classes together but he walked her to all the others too. They had the same lunch period so that was covered too. He didn’t come right out and say it but he hinted that he thought she may be “the one.” This made me smile but I had to remind him that they were only eighteen.
“Look at Romeo and Juliet,” he countered.
“True. Let’s just make sure your story turns out way less dramatic, though,” I said with a shoulder bump.
We restocked the shelves and straightened then one of V’s buddies came in and they played some new game while I cleaned the windows. Before I knew it, it was nine and time to close up.
“What’re you doing tonight?” I questioned as we walked outside to the parking lot.
“There’s some Italian restaurant Annica’s been wanting to eat at. Nothing fancy but we’re goin’ there then we’re gonna hang with some friends. What about you?”
“Going with Marcy and Adam to some party at one of his friend’s houses. Thinkin’ after the week I’ve had I might just get trashed.” I shook my head and rolled my eyes to stress that it’d been a really crappy week.
“You drivin’?”
“Yeah…”
“Then no getting trashed,” he semi-scolded, eyebrow up.
“Yes, Dad,” I answered with an eye roll.
“So you gonna call your guy?”
I hadn’t told him the particulars about Loch and my tryst yesterday but he knew we’d talked. “Wouldn’t call him my guy. I mean, I’d like for him to be but I don’t know if he really wants the same. If he doesn’t, we can just be friends but that’d kinda suck, but if that’s all we could be, then I’d take it. You know, because I do really like him, I’m just not sure if he feels the same as I do.”
V laughed at my jabbering. “He’s your guy.”
I frowned.
“Just wait and see, Sim. Wouldn’t be surprised that if you don’t make the call tonight, he will.”
“We’ll see,” I muttered as I opened the Jeep’s door.
“Remember. No drinking and driving.” He gave me a pointed look.
“I know. Same goes for you. You and Annica have fun.”
We got in our cars and left the lot and just as I pulled out, my phone rang so without looking at the screen, I Bluetoothed it answering, “Yeah?”
“You over your tantrum yet?”
Loch. Frack!
“I did not throw a tantrum,” was my curt reply.
“You did.”
“I did not!”
“You so did.”
“Oh, my God! That was not a tantrum!”
“S’pose you’re not throwing one now either.”
This gave me pause because I kind of was. Of course, I had to argue. “No!”
I heard him chuckle before asking, “So what’re you doing?”
“Just got off work and headed home. Then going to a party with my roommate and her boyfriend,” I snipped, still behaving like a brat but kind of pissed that he’d laughed at me.
“You know where?” he asked.
“No. She just said it was at a friend of her boyfriend’s.”
“Text me the address when you find out, okay?”
“Why?” I knew why but I just wanted to hear him say it.
“Wanna see you tonight.”
I felt a thrill run through me at the thought of seeing him again. “Oh,” I whispered having no argument with that.
“And, babe?”
Oh my, how I loved him calling me that. “Yeah?”
“Wanna see all of you tonight.”
The dip in my womb almost made me let out
a moan. Good grief. Just the words from him and I automatically fell to pieces. Jeez.
Still whispering, I answered, “Okay, Loch,” because I wanted that too.
“Good. Text me.”
“’Kay.”
“And make sure to adjust that attitude.”
This snapped me out of the haze he’d put me in just seconds before. “You’re joking.”
“Nope.” I could hear the humor in his voice.
“Do you just like pissing me off?” I bit out.
“You’re cute when you’re pissed.”
“You’re sick.”
He laughed before saying, “Later, baby,” and hung up.
And I loved him calling me that too.
I bit my lip hoping this meant we were on the right track but still ticked at how annoying he was.
But all annoyances aside, I shivered because I was looking forward to showing him all of me.
Confession Number Thirteen
“I’m hurrying!” I shouted from the bathroom as I finished putting on lip gloss.
I’d gotten home and practically made a beeline to my room to get ready. Marcy and Adam had been on the couch watching some dude movie between bouts of making out, so it wasn’t like they were putting pressure on me. I just wanted to get the evening started so I could see Loch.
Twenty minutes later I was ready, hair down and curled, makeup dramatic. I was wearing my very short and very destroyed denim skirt with a white, flouncy chiffon halter top that buttoned at the neck in the back but hung down so that my back could be seen if I bent over or someone grabbed both sides and held them out. Since I had boobs, I wore my prettiest, white lace bra under it because no way was I letting the girls just hang out on their own. Lastly, I slipped on the cute black wedge sandals with an ankle strap that Marcy loaned me and finally left my room.
“Damn, woman! You look hot!” Marcy said when I walked into the living room.
“Same goes for you! Wow!” She had her dark hair up in a messy bun and I saw she’d redone her makeup after making out with Adam going with smoky eyes and red lipstick that went excellent with her coloring. She was wearing the cute black romper she’d bought a couple weeks ago when we’d gone shopping and had on the black strappy sandal flats she’d gotten the same day.
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